As we march on leaving trails of hope behind
With our hands stretch up to the sky
I can hear you're lying to me
I can see your fingers crossed
As the cold crush my bones
Dead In our time of weakness we suffer for what matters
With our eyes blinded by the blade
I can hear you're lying to me
I can see your fingers crossed
As the cold crush my bones
Refuse to fall in line
Refuse to be the victim
I know there's more for me
Than the pain you put me through
Dead Grief of self and all inside infected walls
Shades of grey the perfect black
I can hear you're lying to me
I can see your fingers crossed
As the cold crush my bones

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